Itâs not the weather that scares me, itâs the idiots out in it.
As I write this Tuesday morning - ever the professional, I seem to enjoy putting off the easy stuff until the last freakinâ minute - the schools are out once again because of ice on the roadway.
Now, when it comes to driving on the ice, I have no problem whatsoever. Spending several years in a job that does not take off days for road conditions will teach you how to drive on ice.
More often than not, however, Iâm confronted with two types of drivers when Iâm out trying to get around on an ice sheet; the kind that go 10 miles an hour down the middle of a four-lane highway, and those that blow by at 80 MPH in a four-wheel drive truck, spooking everyone else in a regular car.
Either one makes me more nervous when Iâm behind the wheel than any winter conditions. Slow down (or speed up, whatever the case may be), drive with some confidence, and drive as normally as possible.
Now that Iâve got that off my chest, on to other things.
Last week I took our new intern, Kasey, around town on kind of an orientation tour. We stopped at several locations, the chamber, the police station, and so on.
Now Kasey, an avid runner, at the time was wearing a boot due to a stress injury on her ankle.
No fewer than four people joked that I caused her injury.
Now, I know itâs all in good fun, but four people? Seriously? Come on people, give me a little credit.
Regardless, watching how people talked about me and joked about me to someone who barely knows me taught me two valuable things:
1) That very influential people in this community all think I would beat my interns on their first day.
2) That I will be missed. By some people at least.
With my final day at the Pacer set for April 22, itâs warming to know that I will be missed when I go, even if I am an introverted sort of person.
Besides, every newspaper editor worth their salt knows you donât start breaking internsâ legs until the second or third week. Thatâs just good manners.